I agree with the other posters about the things I love about my chickens, but the most important thing is they have kept me 'alive' as my disability gets worse. They are a commitment that can't provide for itself so I have to get up every day early, tend to them throughout the day watch them for health and any other issues. I have learned they aren't in any hurry, one less reason to flog myself for moving so slowly- it has taken a month to get the next coop nearly finished, probably tomorrow. Would be nice to get the chickens out of the garage, their fragrance is rather potent even with daily airings and cleanings. Still have two more coops to build and then I can properly house them outside. DH helps me, but he moves to fast for my mind to follow, or more acurately, for me to describe the next step. Chickens give me a propose and plans for the future. I want to sell/donate eggs and start a couple breeding projects. If I didn't have chickens I would play computer games, read and sleep- that's what I did before I got my girls a year ago, and now, even though the pain is worse, I can do more. All thanks to my chickens